As the plane took off, my eyelids fluttered open. I looked around the airplane. The roar of the plane continues as I reach into my backpack I had brought along. My hand lands on something sharp and I muttered curse words under my breath. I take my hand out of the backpack and search myself for cuts. A drop of blood welled up on the tip of my finger. I quickly flick it off and got back to searching through my bag. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I pulled out a slip of paper. Scratched in my mother's handwriting was two words. These two words were where I would start my journey. These two words were the key to where my parents were.
LAS VEGAS..
"Las Vegas?" I murmur. "Here I come."
